Me.
HOME.
Home is where the heart it,
My heart has been in a home,
in Grand Rapids.
For as long as I can remember.
My heart is there, My home is there.
Soon I'll be north, and my home will be south.
My heart will beat for Art Prize,
and winter ice skating at Rosa Park.
My heart will be six hours from my home,
Only until my heart beats and bleeds for Marquette.
It'll become my home too, all in good time.
For now, my heart will beat for Grand Rapids.
For it's home.
Home.
Like
Share
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.